Monday, January 24, 2005

A poem: rotten to the core

I am an apple, I am a loner,

The peach is a whore, she fucked the banana,

What's his secret?



I wish I was the banana, sadly I am the apple,

He walked into the carrot's house after he left for work,

My last girlfriend was a raisin, she didn't put out



I don't look bad for an apple, I'm red,

My best friend is a tomato and gets laid all the time,

I'm at least as good as a tomato



I am the apple, I am a model airplane builder,

The onion told me I was a fuckin'loser,

Fuck that fat bitch, she stinks anyway



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